Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Stooges,
Wings,
Monolake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Darondo,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brothers Johnson,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Patti Smith,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.